1 There’s a soft pleading voice, calling tenderly,
To the heart heavy laden and sad:
At the cross thou shalt be, from thy burden set free,
Then look up, weary one, and be glad.

Refrain:
O, come, unto Jesus,
And His love do not doubt;
This the promise to thee:
He that cometh unto me,
I will never, no, never cast out.

2 Heed not sin’s luring tones, tho’ so temptingly
She doth whisper of joys yet unknown;
Only Jesus can give pleasures sweet, that will live,
He withholds naught of good from His own. [Refrain]

3 When He hung on the cross, O, how cruelly!
Did they mock as they pass’d by Him there!
Will you mock at Him too, when He hung there for you,
Whom He lov’d with a love past compare? [Refrain]

4 Yield to Him, for He pleads, O, so patiently!
As no friend ever sought thee before;
On His dear, loving breast, all who come shall find rest,
Joy and peace to thy soul He’ll restore. [Refrain]